If two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it. After | RP21+ | Asshole with feelings | Alcohol enthusiast | Packs a temper and a punch | Adult content | Dark/triggering themes | MDNI

I wish I’d known then what I knew now. That seeking love from people incapable of giving it would only burn a hole through my heart. | OC | 21+ RP | Mature themes | TW��s |Prone to avoidance |

"Dreams, dreams. I walk them, I live them." vampire academy | book version | artistic vampire | booze&cigarettes | Queen's favorite great nephew | moroi | #Insolent

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Storylines

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Sin & Elle

-- afternoon traffic. Intending to see just how predictable Elle remained after these years apart.

-- learning of her reappearance and yet I now felt more alive than I had in years. "Fun times ahead, baby." Muttering to myself once the helmet was fixed into place, the engine of my bike roaring to life. The back tire squealing in protest as I pulled out into the early --

-- information to your phone.' Dean called after me since I was already on my way out the door, keys and motorcycle helmet in hand. Revenge had been placed on hold for years, now that she was back, I wasn't about to waste a second. Only a few minutes had passed since --

-- while removing the gloves from my hands and tossing them into the trash, mentally having already dismissed Frankie. Thoughts ultimately consumed by Elle. 'Few days, maybe more.' Days? Why the hell hadn't I heard of this sooner? 'I've already sent the necessary --

-- who he meant. Although Frankie did, not that either Dean or myself were very forthcoming with a response. Frankie was a piece of ass, a hot piece but that didn't mean she warranted an answer. To get such she would have to mean something to me. "How long?" Answering Dean --

-- gloved hand inched further up her inner thigh, preparing to stake a claim on that ass of hers when Dean stepped into the room, his words killing the mood and the hardness growing in my pants. 'She's back.' Those two words changed everything. Not needing to even question --

-- ink were embedded beneath her skin. It wasn't unusual for our appointments to end with her fiery locks fisted in my hand while she sucked out my soul while choking on my cock, or taking it like a good girl while I mercilessly pounded into her. Turning off the tattoo gun, --

-- few daring to cross my father. Leaving myself free to set up the tattoo studio and build a reputation outside of the family business. 'Is our session going to have a happy ending for you?' Frankie's sultry tone breaking through concentration as the last few strokes of --

-- choice on adolescent shoulders, her or my family. Once a small city gang that ruled the East side, had now blossomed into one of the biggest crime families that New York had to offer. A successful move that saw me rarely have to raise my fists as the families enforcer. So --

-- delectable blonde; Elle. The latter couldn't handle a penchant for living on the wrong side of the law, something I was born into and so she'd cast me aside without a second thought. First love turned hate, with dreams of making her pay unfulfilled. Placing an impossible --

-- rooms to other talented artists. I simply liked to come and go as I pleased, never tying myself down to office hours that would lead to boredom. A lesson I'd learned about myself during teen years. Variety and the unknown was what made me feel alive, right alongside a --

-- of my pieces often were, a side effect of being high in demand while a bank balance sat healthily with no need for me to open my appointment book weekly. Though that didn't mean that Deadly Sin, my very own tattoo studio, wasn't open every week, not when I rented out --